I bow with reverence to Ramchandra, the Lord of the Raghu dynasty, whose limbs are soft and dark like the blue cloud, on whose left is Sita and who holds excellent arrows and a beautiful bow in his hands.

I repeat the name of Ram, which is the ship that takes one across the ocean of wordly existence, the elder brother of Bharat, the luminary of the solar dynasty, master of all the animate and inanimate objects of creation, the ruler of the worlds and the physician of mundane afflictions.